The Skaters
Black swallows swooping or gliding
In a flurry of entangled loops and curves;
The skaters skim over the frozen river.
And the grinding click of their skates as they impinge upon the surface
Is like the brushing together of thin wing-tips of silver.
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John Gould Fletcher (1886-1950)
from Modern American Poetry, 1919
[Poem is in the public domain in Canada and the United States]
John Gould Fletcher biography
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